Mohrle was born in May 1992 on the farm I grew up. I remember him being a tiny little ball of fur. When he was 3, he decided to go on an adventure trip lasting several months.
As Mohrle turned older, he spent most of his day sleeping. He was a super adorable old gentleman,
always 'talking' and chatting.
Mohrle is dearly missed since July 2012.